Oh, he is pissed.

Oh, he's a mean one.

Watch your feet.

[SHOUTS]

NARRATOR: Jacob Landry and his partner, Don Brewer,

are on the deep water of Grand Lake.

Come on, big boy.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Oh, looky here.

Watch your feet. Watch your feet.

Watch your feet.

Oh, he's a mean one.

Watch it.

Watch out.

Whoa.

You all right?

JACOB LANDRY: Luckily, he bit just

the edge of my boot, where I could feel

it just on the end of my toes.

And it was a close call, a little too close.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

[GUN SHOT]

Got him.

Hell no.

[LAUGHTER]

NARRATOR: This feisty, seven-foot alligator

is another sign that the Friday the 13th curse might have

bottled Jacob into the swamp.

JACOB LANDRY: You know, I'm not real superstitious

on a lot of things.

But, you know, it's Friday the 13th.

Maybe our luck is running bad.

So I'm going to be as careful as I can.

That hurt.

Little sucker clamped down.

You wouldn't think them little bitty one's got a lot

of pressure in those jaws.

But they sure do.

Hopefully things will pick up by the end of the day.

Look like we got something.

Oh, yeah.

We got one.

We got one.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

[GRUNTS] Damn.

Oh, he is

pissed.

[WHISTLES]

Dang.

Watch your foot.

Watch it.

DON BREWER: Oh, yeah.

Come on, big boy.

Damn.

Oh, he's pulling hard.

Line's going to pop.

Hurry up, Jacob.

Hurry.

[GUN SHOT]

Boom-shak-a-laka.

Nice gator.

But now I'm looking for one bigger than that.

You know, even though it's Friday the 13th,

looks like our luck is starting to change.

DON BREWER: Onto the next one, chief.

Come on, we got to go.

Line down.

JACOB LANDRY: We got one, D?

DON BREWER: Oh, we got a good 'un.

JACOB LANDRY: That goes around.

That look like it goes around--

Around and around we go.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

DON BREWER: Ooh.

Ooh.

It's heavy.

Oh, it's a heavy son of a bitch, whatever it is.

JACOB LANDRY: That's a big boy, there.

[GASPING]

DON BREWER: Oh, whoa.

JACOB LANDRY: That is just one [INAUDIBLE] big boy.

Friday the 13th ain't so bad after all.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Hold on there, big D. There's a bull.

Money shot.

Get him.

[GUN SHOT]

His fat, front feet are so damn fat.

Never seen that before.

There we go.

There we go.

When their front feet are a lot bigger, you can grab them.

Big old head, boy.

I think it was about that wide and the snout on him

was about that long.

And, I mean, it was a big, old swamp dog.

He was a big bull-- big, big, bull.

Got him [INAUDIBLE] now.

[BLUBBERS LIPS]

We got him.

Swing that back end towards the back.

You got him in.

Oh my god, it's a giant.

DON BREWER: Not bad for Friday the 13th.

[GROANS]